roots spread under the mudndrags the steel sprawl out towards the seanpile these cold souls so tight they’ll hardly breathenflames will walk the earthnlet them roamnthey don’t need what can spend so easilynmake this wretched mass work for their gloomnflames will walk the earthnand nothing will changenpack ourselves so tight we can’t breathenon their griefnwe cast our roots deepnthe grid extends its reachnthings don’t look goodnas we feel the ground wakennothing will changenflames will walk the earthnand nothing will change